Something is wrong tonight I don't think that my heart is beating My body is very cold, my brain is freezing I can't have joyful dreams any more I am trapped in the webs os nightmares Something is wrong tonight Angels are torturing a baby The Devil is saving the life of an old man I am tired, my soul is creeping into the air My body is weeping Something is wrong tonight I can't whistle, I can't hear my voice My eyelids are stuck, I can't open my eyes My blood is not liquid anymore I am dead, this is death! This is my corpse! Something is deadly wrong tonight I no longer exist! How did I die? Who killed me? I was young, I was good, I was a believer I believed in divine justice, I believed in God But I was betrayed
Reason for writing:
This poem is dedicated to the memory of all those innocent
people in the human history who died at the very young age.
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